a bit taller, still larger - but I'm not going to play the guessing game any more, LOL.
The really unfortunate thing is, if I exercise vigorously, I just get bigger. Between the birth of my daughter and my son I hired a personal trainer for a month, went to the gym four times a week and did cardio 40 minutes both on gym days and non gym days, strength trained on gym days to the point where I was more sore than I'd ever been and stretched on my off days as much as I could just to get to the point where I could crawl back in to the gym the next day. That combined with a 1500-calorie-a-day diet (I just can't go any lower when I'm exercising regularly, everything starts looking like a cupcake including my kids' heads
) and limiting my fat to 20 grams a day, gave me a 3-pound weight gain.
My personal trainer insisted that I was obviously eating 3,000 calories or more a day.
I've gotten myself on a food routine that's managed to bring where I hover down 12 pounds in the last year, and as long as I feel strong enough to do the activities I want to do and I'm not having to buy larger clothes, I'm pretty OK with my body size. Really, the only frustration I have with my weight on a personal level (outside of things like people making snap judgments) is that it's really hard on my knees. I climbed a 14er almost 4 years ago, and I'd like to take my kids up a short one this year, but this darned knee has me concerned that if something happened I wouldn't be able to carry them both down and I don't like to take them places where I can't put one on my back and one on my front and get them out of whatever situation I've gotten us in to. We were on track to do it last year (we were hoping to hit Mt Democrat and maybe combo with Cameron) but the hiking season ended up with us all getting bad colds one after another and it killed the last four possible weeks.
Playing the numbers game gets to be very dangerous for me, though - especially since a certain time of the month is an automatic 5 pound gain within a day. At a time when I want a pint of ice cream, no less. I have a scale, but I've learned to listen to the beeps and just look at which direction my body fat's moving in, and I only check my actual weight about once a month to make sure my set point's moving downward.